Novels by Poen Konnet

Dave stood there with his fists clenched and his patience finally at its breaking point.He had tolerated enough of Jerry’s arrogance, his lies, his constant need to take credit for things he had nothing to do with.But this time?This time, he wasn’t letting it slide.He took a step forward, his voice cutting through the air with a sharpness that made everyone stop."Jerry," Dave said coldly, "since you enjoy taking credit for things you haven’t done, let’s talk about reality, shall we?"Jerry smirked, completely unbothered. "What are you going on about, Dave? I helped Ava, simple as that."Dave’s eyes darkened."Your father," he began, "is nothing but one of the low-status staff in Hendrix Group—one of the companies under the Great Kevton Chamber of Commerce."The smirk on Jerry’s face faltered.Dave continued. "He’s been hanging by a thread there for months, hasn’t he? The company is downsizing, cutting off unneeded employees. And what did you and your father do?" He chuckled dar

Within minutes, Ava arrived at the chamber—this time with Dave by her side.The moment the car pulled into the grand compound of the Kevton Chamber of Commerce, her heart pounded with anticipation.Ava’s eyes immediately scanned the area, and then—She spotted Jerry.He stood near the entrance, speaking to someone in hushed tones.Ava’s face lit up with relief.If Jerry was here, it could only mean one thing—he had pulled some strings for her."Jerry!" she called, approaching him with a cheerful smile.Jerry turned, his expression smug yet welcoming."Ava," he greeted, his tone smooth and self-assured. "I told you I'd take care of it, didn't I?"Ava’s confidence soared.There was no doubt in her mind now—Jerry had used his family’s influence to get her membership reinstated.She was back.With that assurance, Ava proceeded into the chamber building, walking briskly toward the office that had summoned her.As she stepped into the large conference room, her breath caught in her throat.

Within an hour, Ava was back in the city. The anxiety she had felt on the way had not lessened—if anything, it had intensified. She clutched the paper with the address Dave had given her as the cab sped through the city streets. When the driver finally pulled up in front of the destination, Ava’s breath caught in her throat. Before her stood an exotic mansion—a structure so breathtaking, she had to glance at the paper in her hands again, making sure she had the right address. Dave is here? Ava stepped out of the cab, her heels clicking against the pristine pavement as she approached the grand entrance. Her mind whirled with questions. Who owned this majestic place? How did Dave—the same man who had been captured by Jacob Dale’s men—end up here? Nothing was making sense. The moment Ava stepped inside, she felt as though she had entered a dream. The interior was beyond luxurious, with elegant chandeliers casting a soft golden glow over the grand hallway. The sc

Ava sat frozen, gripping her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white.The world around her felt like it was collapsing.President Carl… dead.Her membership in the Kevton Chamber of Commerce… revoked.Who did this?Who had the power to shatter everything she worked for in a single moment?Ava’s heart pounded as she tried to think of someone—anyone—who could help.She knew Dave couldn’t help her now. He had only secured her membership through Carl’s influence.And now?Carl was dead… and Dave had been kidnapped.Ava had fled the city to avoid being captured like Dave, and now, she was left feeling completely alone.She inhaled sharply, her mind racing.Then, a name surfaced in her thoughts—Jerry.Jerry wasn’t behind her membership, but his family held enormous influence in the city.Maybe… just maybe…She hesitated for a moment, then quickly dialed his number.After two rings, Jerry picked up. “Ava! I was just about to call you.”His voice was smooth and confident, as always.

Dave moved with the same calm precision of a man who knew exactly what he was doing. His fingers danced over the screen, making a few swift calls.Then, he set the phone down and folded his arms. “I told you, Jacob. I could make you… or break you.”Jacob scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “You’re an idiot and you can do nothing!"Just as he was about to order his men to beat Dave senseless, his phone began to buzz violently on the desk.Jacob frowned, eyeing the screen. His personal assistant’s name flashed across it.With a sneer, Jacob picked up the call. “Make it quick. I’m about to end someone’s life.”The voice on the other end sounded panicked.“Sir… it’s over. We’re finished!”Jacob’s face darkened. “What the hell are you talking about?”“Sir, our company… it’s bankrupt! All our major investors have withdrawn their funds! There’s nothing left! If we don’t act immediately, the company will be a complete write-off!”Jacob froze.His company? Bankrupt? Impossible!A sharp, sic

News of Dave’s capture spread quickly through the Dexter household like a wildfire.Ava’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Dexter, sat in their lavish living room, exchanging concerned glances. The air was thick with tension. The revelation that Jacob Dale’s men had promised to return for Ava had struck a deep nerve.Mr. Dexter folded his arms, pacing. “This is bad. This is very bad.”Mrs. Dexter placed a trembling hand over her chest. “Ava, you need to leave town immediately. If they’re coming for you next, we can’t take any chances.”Ava sat in silence while her mind was in turmoil Run away? Leave Dave behind?Mr. Dexter nodded in agreement. “Not only you, Ava. We’ll relocate the entire family—for now, at least. If Jacob Dale wants revenge, he won’t just come for you. He’ll come for us all.”Ava’s mother sighed dramatically before adding, “And honestly, dear, maybe this is a sign.”Ava furrowed her brows. “A sign?”Her mother leaned forward. “A sign that you need to let go of Dave. Divorce

Grey's reputation grew exponentially across Croatway and all over Weston. His success in business and his dramatic rescue of his wife and child had made him a household name. Newspapers, television channels, and social media platforms were abuzz with stories of his exploits and excellence. Grey bec

Grey paced his living room, waiting for any news on Nora. She had been missing for hours, and every minute felt like an eternity. He had already contacted the police, but they had found no trace of her. Desperate, Grey called his most trusted men and ordered them to start a thorough investigation al

Nora let out a gasp of terror as she was yanked backward. It was a fierce man looming over her with his grip like iron on her arm. "Thought you could get away, did you?" he snarled, dragging her back toward the house. Nora struggled, but her strength was no match for his. She held her baby even clo

The ropes binding Nora's wrists dug into her skin, but she ignored the pain. Her baby’s cries had long since faded, replaced by an eerie silence that filled her with dread. Outside the room, Bradley dialled a number with her face a mask of cold fury. “Where is Grey?” she demanded, her voice sharp a

Nora’s breath caught in her throat as she recognized them. Bradley, Carol, and Sandra—the wives of Jeff Hordes who had glared at her and her family with disdain during the reading of Jeff's will. The same women who had harbored resentment towards her and Grey for receiving the bulk of Jeff’s estate.

Nora was driving home from work one evening, the sky a soft orange as the sun set behind the hills. Her thoughts were a jumble of the day’s events and the upcoming plans she had for the weekend. In the back seat, her newborn baby slept peacefully in the car seat, while her carer, Emily, hummed a lul

For a fleeting moment, the men froze, caught off guard by her audacity. They had expected screams, tears, pleading—anything but resistance. The hesitation was brief, no more than a heartbeat, but it was enough to register surprise flickering across their hardened faces. Then rage surged through them like wildfire. Their expressions twisted, jaws clenching, knuckles tightening as fury replaced shock. With snarls of anger, they lunged toward her at the same time, intent on overwhelming her before she could react again.Charlotte’s instincts kicked in immediately.Her body moved before her mind could catch up, driven purely by survival. She twisted sharply to the side, narrowly dodging a hand that reached for her hair. At the same time, she lashed out with her foot, kicking the second man as hard as she could manage. The impact sent pain shooting up her leg, but she welcomed it—it meant she was still standing. The room erupted into chaos as her resistance met their brute strength.She du

Charlotte’s scream tore through the room, raw and broken, echoing off the walls like a wound ripped open. The sound came from somewhere deep inside her, a place where fear and grief tangled so tightly they became indistinguishable. Her eyes were locked onto Logan’s motionless body on the floor, unable to look away even as her mind begged her to deny what she was seeing.Blood had pooled beneath him, dark and unforgiving, spreading slowly across the cold surface. It stained the floor, the sight of it burning into her vision. The stillness of his body was wrong—too complete, too final. That stillness shattered something deep inside her chest, something she wasn’t sure could ever be put back together.“You killed him!” she screamed at the men, her voice cracking under the weight of grief and fury. “You murderers! You killed him!”Her hands trembled violently as she staggered forward on instinct, her legs moving before her mind could catch up. Every part of her screamed to reach him, as i

Logan’s eyes narrowed as he observed the man who had been the instigator of the army men’s attack. Unlike the others, who now groaned and writhed in pain across the room, this man remained perfectly unscathed. His armor gleamed under the dim light, untouched by Logan’s relentless strikes. Even the faintest scratches were nowhere to be seen. Every movement he made radiated controlled menace, and his eyes glowed with a cold, unnatural light that seemed to pierce through the shadows of the room, assessing Logan with a mixture of contempt and curiosity. For a fleeting moment, Logan felt a flicker of surprise—he had not expected a man to withstand his blows so easily—but he quickly suppressed it. He had faced near-impossible odds before and had survived. Nothing about this situation could intimidate him. He took a deep breath, centering himself, feeling the familiar surge of adrenaline that always accompanied a fight for survival. His mind raced through possibilities, contingencies, and co

The moment the man dipped his hand into his pocket, the air in the room seemed to shiver. Logan and Charlotte instinctively stepped back, sensing a shift in the energy around them, though nothing visible had yet occurred. The faint hum of tension thickened, pressing against their skin as though reality itself had taken a subtle, imperceptible turn. Charlotte’s breath hitched. Logan’s eyes narrowed, alert and unflinching. Something was happening—something beyond the natural laws they had both come to rely on. Then, in the blink of an eye, everything shifted. The first man’s form began to shimmer and twist, as though the very fabric of reality around him had bent to some unseen will. His skin darkened, taking on a strange metallic luster, while his eyes ignited with a fire that seemed almost alive. Muscle mass increased visibly, each movement swelling his frame into something far beyond human limits. A dark, pulsating aura enveloped him, radiating an ominous energy that made the hairs o

Their fear melted into cruel confidence. The brief hesitation that had seized them moments earlier dissolved, replaced by the familiar rush of dominance they had come here for. Without sparing Logan another glance, as though he were already dismissed from relevance, they turned fully toward the bedroom door where Charlotte was hiding. The door was already cracked from their earlier attempts, the wood weakened and splintered, its surface scarred with dents and fractures that told the story of violence barely restrained.“Break it down,” the leader ordered sharply. “Now.”They charged at the door together, their combined weight and force slamming into it with brutal intent.The first hit shook the entire frame. The impact echoed through the house, rattling the walls and sending a fine rain of dust drifting down from the ceiling. Inside the room, Charlotte screamed, the sound tearing from her throat before she could stop it. She scrambled backward on trembling legs until her back hit the

When the man’s trembling hand made contact with Logan’s arm, the truth settled like a thunderclap through the room.He was solid, warm, and alive.The man staggered back, his eyes wide with terror and disbelief. “It’s… it’s not a ghost,” he stammered, his voice cracking. “This is Logan. His real body.”The words spread through the group like wildfire.The men exchanged frantic looks, their earlier confidence unraveling. Sweat beaded on their brows, fingers tightening around weapons that suddenly felt heavier than before. They had come prepared to kill a man, not to face something that refused to stay down.Logan stood there, silent and composed, his presence alone pressing down on them like a weight. His eyes moved from one face to another, reading their fear, their confusion, their doubt.“You should leave,” Logan said calmly. “Now.”For a split second, it seemed as though they might listen.But fear, when mixed with pride and desperation, often turns violent.One of the men snarled

In the dimly lit courtroom, the judge pronounced Frank's sentence with a solemn voice, "Frank Stevens, you have been found guilty of your involvement in the conspiracy to harm Donald. Your actions have caused immense pain and suffering. The court hereby sentences you to twenty-five years in prison for your crimes."As the gavel fell, Frank's world crumbled around him. He had been a willing participant in Albert's sinister plans, but now he faced the consequences of his choices. With his head bowed, he was led out of the courtroom, his freedom forever lost.Meanwhile, Rodney's fate hung in the balance as his trial unfolded. The evidence against him was overwhelming, from his confession to the damning testimony of his former associates.The weight of his crimes pressed heavily on him, and as the days turned into weeks, Rodney knew that the outcome of this trial could be his last.The day of Rodney's sentencing arrived with an air of anticipation. The courtroom was packed with spectators

One evening, as Amelia and Suzy sat in the Williams living room, sipping tea, Suzy opened up about her doubts regarding Scott, her suitor."Amelia," she began hesitantly, "I'm just not sure about Scott. He's so different from the guys I usually date. He's quiet and reserved... I don't know if he's the right fit for me."Amelia listened carefully, her heart going out to her sister. She could see the uncertainty in Suzy's eyes, but she also saw the love that shone through when Suzy spoke about Scott."Suzy," Amelia said gently, "sometimes, we have to look beyond the surface to see the beauty within. Scott may be quiet, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care deeply for you. Within the little time I've seen him here, I've noticed the way he looks at you when he thinks no one's watching. It's a look of pure adoration."Suzy sighed, torn between her feelings for Scott and her uncertainty. "I guess I just need some reassurance. I want to be sure that he's as committed to this relationship as

One sunny Saturday afternoon, Mrs. Williams and Suzy decided it was time to extend an olive branch to Amelia. They had been reflecting on their past judgments and treatment of her and felt a deep sense of remorse. They realized that Amelia had transformed into a remarkable woman and deserved their love and support. Suzy was the one who picked up the phone to make the call. She dialled Amelia's number, her fingers trembling with anticipation. After a few rings, Amelia's warm voice filled the line. "Hello?" "Amelia, it's Suzy," Suzy began hesitantly. "I was wondering if you and your baby would like to come over to our place today. Mom and I have something we'd like to talk to you about." Amelia, surprised by the invitation, agreed. She had hoped for reconciliation with her family and was eager to see if this was the beginning of a fresh start. "Sure, Suzy. We'd love to come over. What time should we be there?" Suzy quickly arranged a time, and they hung up. She then turned to her mo

On a crisp, early morning, the sun had just begun its ascent, casting a gentle golden hue across the city. Albert was preparing to leave for work. He meticulously straightened his tie, checked his reflection in the hallway mirror, and grabbed his briefcase.As he stepped out of his front door, the cool morning air greeted him. He started down the path toward his car, parked at the curb.The familiar routine of his daily commute was etched into his subconscious, and he moved with a sense of purpose. But as he reached the car door, a sudden, sharp voice cut through the calm morning air."Albert Dallas, freeze! Put your hands up!"Albert's heart skipped a beat as he turned to see several police officers, their badges glinting in the morning light, guns drawn and pointed at him. Panic surged through him as he raised his hands in compliance, his briefcase slipping from his grip and landing on the pavement with a thud.The neighbours, drawn by the commotion, peered through curtains and from

Amelia sat on her bed this morning, As the first rays of sunlight pierced through her living room window, she felt something she hadn't expected - sharp cramps in her tummy.At first, she dismissed the discomfort as nothing more than indigestion from last night's dinner. But as the minutes passed, the pain intensified, and she realized that this was something different. Something significant.Amelia tried to stand up, but the pain was too much. She knew she needed help. With trembling hands, she reached for her phone and dialled the number of her next-door neighbour, Mrs Johnson.Mrs. Johnson had always been a kind and caring woman, and Amelia hoped she would be able to assist her in this moment of need."Hello, Amelia?" Mrs. Johnson's voice came through the phone, filled with concern."Mrs. Johnson," Amelia managed to say between breaths, "I'm in a lot of pain. I need your help. Can you come over?"Without hesitation, Mrs. Johnson assured her that she'd be right there. In a matter of

The day was bright and sunny when Vera was scheduled to be discharged from the hospital. She had made significant progress in her recovery, both physically and emotionally, thanks to the unwavering support of Albert and the therapy she had undergone.Her heart still carried the memory of her late husband, Donald, and the strange encounter at their wedding, but she was determined to move forward.As Vera sat on the hospital bed, she became lost in thoughts as she remembered Donald and how much they loved each other before he suddenly passed away. Still lost in thoughts, the door to her hospital room swung open slowly.Vera's heart raced, thinking it was one of the nurses or therapists coming in for a routine check. But when she turned her head and her eyes met the figure standing in the doorway, her world seemed to stand still.It was Donald!Vera's eyes widened in shock, and she felt as though her heart was about to leap out of her chest. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Dona